Written for dVerse Poets’ Pub: Abhra tending bar asks us to write a poem about a temporary goodbye. Just back from a family visit — and a return to my writing — I thought this appropriate! Various photos of me and grandkids — they do keep me young! 🙂

Oh.. Lord..
80 at 21..
104 at 47..
And noW
16 CloSinG
DanCinG oN
@56 on June
6th.. and no
wonder i Love
sixes born then
on 6660.. hehe..
but anyway.. HeArt..
SpiRiT.. and SoUL
aS InnEr FloW oF ZonE
iN Force iS essence oF ReaL..
wheRe Age iS juSt a cLock
of no real meaning
for those
who do sTay
iN PracTice oF
GRoWinG heARt..
SpiRit soUL aS younG
aT heARt anD i alWays
tale the ‘scientistS’ when they
scoff aT mY Zealous acTivE
beLieF iN thiS.. heY!
Baby! got
AN Internet and MOre..
liNkS thAT proveS
aLL i Say iN
hUman
ForM
as sUre
thAt refLects
too.. thE essence of wHat
iS tRuLy liGht aS iSRaELwE..:)